Mission: Ripper the Jack

[serika]

The Beginning of the End, or The End of the Beginning

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Ripper, a low life that has no regards for human life he only kills for the sear joy of it, nothing more nor nothing less. It’s that, that turns the young warrior’s stomach in knots as she thinks of the people he has killed. After leaving the sanctity of the Raikages Tower, She began to wonder the village reading up of Ripper. The more she read of the man the more she can feel unbelievable hatred for the man. Upon examine the documents; she came across pictures of his latest victim. The sight of the blood itself sent Serika over the edge, but when she saw the bodies, she couldn’t but to run over to the edge of the road and vomit. “Ho..How?” She said as her voice, “How can someone be so sick?” After recomposing herself she examined the pictures once again to force herself to get use to it. But upon examine the pictures she keep note of the slash marks on the victim’s body to determine which side he loved to strike at. She knew for a fact she was out class and most likely out powered, so she had to use her wits more than her brawns on this one.

Her studies of Ripper made her believe that he would most likely be in the slum of the Capital. Unknowing what awaited her when she got to the capital was beyond her imagination. She hardly traveled out the Sanctity of the Hidden Villages boarders, and being by herself was a new experience all together. “Old Man…” She muttered under his breath as she walked down the beaten road of the Capital. “You treat me like a daughter, but your care not to let me grow…why?” She let out a soft sight as she smiled up into the warm sky above, “I hate you for it….Not training me in nothing. But still…” Stopping in her tracks as the clouds slowly creped across the blue ocean above, she gently placed her hand over her cheek and smiled even great, “I still love you…” With that she turned her attention back to her mission at hand and continued to walk down the road to the Capital’s slums.

As she walked the distance even greater to her own knowledge she started to focus on Ripper. “Ripper…Why do you do it?” She asked herself as she crossed a bridge to the capital “Kill, for what? I must know now.” As she walked into the entrance of the capital she keeps her hand close by her own sword, though it didn’t make a bit a difference. Ripper was skilled in Kenjutsu, making him even more dangerous than someone wildly swinging a sword. Knowing this fact Sekira let out a heavy sigh as she knew she was in trouble, only knew a handful of skill against someone who had trained both his mind and body is something to be feared. “Huh…A caged tiger vs. a wild monster…” She nodded a bit as she tried to keep her mind focused on winning, “As long as I know how he attacks….I might have a chance.” The images of the pictures of his slain keep appearing in her mind as she continued down the beaten path to a even more rocky road that lead to the slums.

Upon walking for a few more minutes, Serika came upon a cross road. From this point on she had no clue or idea were to go. There were so many choices to choose from it made it a bit difficult for her to come to pick one. “Maybe…a villager might know..” She stood aside the road watching a few people come and go before she had the courage to ask one of them, “excuse me…” She called out to anyone in the road that might come to aid her.[/size]

[joshcrisp]

The woman was frightened. She was running down the street looking for someone to help her, when she espied a ninja standing at a crossroads. "excuse me..." the ninja began and a rush of color surged to the woman's cheeks. Here, at last was one of the village's ninja. Maybe they would be able to help her. "Oh young miss?" the woman asked, stopping in front of Serika.

She paused to pant a second, being old and overweight, her rough-hewn clothes sodden with sweat and grime, her face careworn and her expression one of worry. She tugged urgently on the sleeve of the young ninja and stammered out her sentence in gasps as she recovereed her breath. "My son...nine years old...not come home....don't know what...to do..." She began, leaning on a lamppost for support, the initial surge of desperation that had driven her here now gone.

"He went to the park with his friends but didn't come back. I checked the park and...and..." the old woman burst into tears, flinging herself at the younger ninja.

[serika]

"Oh young miss?" A elder woman called out to Serika. “Huh” she muttered under her voice as she gazed at the elder woman gasp for air, as it seemed she was running for quite some distance. It wasn’t till the elderly woman started to tug on her sleeve she was becoming a bit concern on what was going on in this part of town. "My son...nine years old...not come home....don't know what...to do..."

Serika gazed at the woman with a stern look upon her face as if she didn’t seem concern. But in truth she was concern, being away from people most of her life and growing up with one person who didn’t teach her the proper way to feel or to act. Instead she had to go off her instincts most of the time and pray she didn’t insult someone by accident when she really meant well. The woman seemed to break down, as she was now grasping onto a lamppost to support her up. "He went to the park with his friends but didn't come back. I checked the park and...and” It wasn’t till the elderly woman burst into tears and lunged herself at her pleading to go find her son.

Letting out a soft sigh as she pulled the woman off to the side, “Wait here…” She spoke out softly in her slow mannerism. “I will…Find your son.” She said as she help the lady find a sit nearby. She knew well enough the mission was very important, but she couldn’t leave someone in need. Tobal always told her when she was younger ‘what really makes a village a village is its people. Without the people there is no village, and thus there would be no purpose of us to protect are village, now will there?’ After ensuring the elderly woman that she would find her son and helping her find a suitable place to rest. She took off with great haste towards the district where the park would be at.

Rushing down the street with great haste, she began to wonder on the mission at hand again, ‘Ripper…Wait for me. I will come to set you free from this world…’ She gripped tightly on the hilt of her blade as she can feel her blood rush, it would seem the more that she was kept from the mission the more she grew to hate Ripper. The sight of his picture made her want to scream on top of the heavens on how much she hates him for what he has done till her face turned blue. But she couldn’t that as much as she wanted to; she had another objective at hand. Find a mission boy and return him to his mother, “A mother…” she said under her breath, “I wonder… if I have a mother…”[/size]